When Diane Keaton was a girl in Santa Ana, she began to collect photographs of Cary Grant, placing them in a cherished scrapbook. She had just seen The Philadelphia Story, starring Grant and Katharine Hepburn, for the first time. Grant was dazzlingly handsome, of course, but something else about him had leapt off the screen and captured her imagination.
Where Hepburn was gorgeous in a high-society way—all those gowns accentuating her trim waist, the dramatic shoulder-padded jackets, her fabulous mid-Atlantic accent—Keaton couldn’t take her eyes off Grant, who seemed to be having a better time than anyone else. “He wore things like white cardigan sweaters thrown ever so casually over his shoulders after a game of tennis, or a tuxedo with a white bow tie for afternoon tea, just for the fun